I found an amazing church when I lived in Florida. The energy was upbeat and positive. The music was dynamic. The sermons by Pastor Mike were inspiring, progressive, and overflowing with love. I fell so hard for this church and its presence of Spirit that I joined a male-only Bible study and started bonding with other Christian men. We talked about many things in this group--our lives, our marriages, our character defects. I opened up about my alcoholism. For the first time in a long time, I felt I had found my people. Then something bad happened. I call it the “High School Clique Incident.” It started when I made the “mistake” of reading a spiritual tome that was not on the approved Christian reading list. The book was The Valkyries by Paulo Coelho, about the author’s journey into the Mojave Desert with his wife to make conscious contact with his guardian angel. During this vision quest, he encounters a band of motorcycle-riding warrior women who instruct him that in order to fulfill his mission he must take three very important steps:

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The doctors have a name for it: confabulation. The filling in gaps in memory by unconstrained fabrication.

In the latter half of the 19th Century, there was this Russian psychiatrist named Sergei Sergeyevich Korsakov observed this behavior in chronic alcoholics. Most often, these patients resorted to imagination to compensate for irregular memory loss and impaired ability to acquire new information.